i hate her!
i hate HER!
SHE is a bitch..
she thinks she's sexy
BUT SHE'S NOT!
she thinks she's cool
BUT SHE'S NOT
she thinks she's good
BUT SHE'S NOT
i hate her so..
i hate her so..
lunes, julio 25, 2005
viernes, julio 22, 2005
CraZy4U!
i like the way spongecola arranged that old hit madonna song. nice.
anyways..
i have a plan. it's called cherrypop! heheh, dratz! what is this all about?
i'm a 6month old baby in an expose&exlore stage! tis the season to be jolly, falalaallalahh...hello, it's the end of the martyrdom era with a 'manang' attitude!
at first, i didn't like the idea..imagine shifting paradigms? difficult. hmmm, i dunno what led me to that plan..maybe it's chara's fault! heheh (charie's gonna kill me..she's such a strong influence..actually, i mean bad..hahaha..naughty charie.)
is it really still a big deal? or is it now a taboo? whatever.
sometimes i hate the fact that i know a little about a lot of things..surely, ignorance somtimes is a bliss.
CraZy4U!!! touch me once and you'll know it's true..i never wanted anyone like this..it's all brand new..you'll feel it in my kiss..i'm crazy for u!!!!
yeah, man!!
anyways..
i have a plan. it's called cherrypop! heheh, dratz! what is this all about?
i'm a 6month old baby in an expose&exlore stage! tis the season to be jolly, falalaallalahh...hello, it's the end of the martyrdom era with a 'manang' attitude!
at first, i didn't like the idea..imagine shifting paradigms? difficult. hmmm, i dunno what led me to that plan..maybe it's chara's fault! heheh (charie's gonna kill me..she's such a strong influence..actually, i mean bad..hahaha..naughty charie.)
is it really still a big deal? or is it now a taboo? whatever.
sometimes i hate the fact that i know a little about a lot of things..surely, ignorance somtimes is a bliss.
CraZy4U!!! touch me once and you'll know it's true..i never wanted anyone like this..it's all brand new..you'll feel it in my kiss..i'm crazy for u!!!!
yeah, man!!
miércoles, julio 20, 2005
well...
i remember when i was just a kid, i used to dream of fast cars and ruggedly handsome guys! i will ride big bikes chasing machos around; i'll be wearing skimpy clothes, leaving only a few to the imagination...that dream never materialised..well, not yet.
my life so far is not a re-created cinderella story..i believe, i'm more of the Sleeping Beauty..i sleep while the world revolves, oblivious, but actually, just scared.
who says life is not scary? it frightens me every now and then..reality bites, reality is larger than me. well, life isn't that tragic, though, just scary..that's why i love scary movies because after the curtains fall, the scary stuff ends. and that's it. life, the scary stuff never ends..even if you think it has ended, it will eventually surprise you..
life has its own pace..if you're not a good runner, you won't catch up..it will leave you behind..i haven't heard anyone say life is tooo long. life is short because it has its own speed..and if you're acting like a "horse in a grand prix" (lemme quote that ad)you'll end up chasing life forever..there are things you should have done but have forgotten to do, or chosen not to do. and thus, regrets.
i don't run well..i only dream of big bikes and fast cars, but in reality, my speed limit won't qualify me for a car race.i don't have the body to wear skimpy clothes..i don't have that "sex appeal" to tease macho guys until they fall under my spell.
i am still the sleeping beauty.i sleep while others witness how the world works..i sleep soundly as others chase life's speed..i sleep..waiting..hoping..that somehow, just somehow, the world will finally smile at me. life will finally be fair.
and i guess, it won't happen. No, it won't happen. but i am so afraid to wake up. the grass is green, the wind is crisp..birds are singing their morning repertoire..but i remain tucked in under my blankets, oblivious to the wonders of the world.
but i am ME..there can only be one ME in this world..and though the world won't stop revolving with my absence, i know to some it will..(hmmm)at some point in time, i know i have touched someone else's life..made my mark in this world..proven my point..expressed my ideas..
and maybe with my absence someone else will feel my presence..
i believe it's about time to hit the brakes and see life..feel life..the ideal world is too far away..i am living in the most possible world there is..i should get myself A LIFE. life is a wonder, i should be thinking..life is a show, i should be acting...life is an experience, i should start feeling, moving, starting to live.
and soon, life will be better..
my life so far is not a re-created cinderella story..i believe, i'm more of the Sleeping Beauty..i sleep while the world revolves, oblivious, but actually, just scared.
who says life is not scary? it frightens me every now and then..reality bites, reality is larger than me. well, life isn't that tragic, though, just scary..that's why i love scary movies because after the curtains fall, the scary stuff ends. and that's it. life, the scary stuff never ends..even if you think it has ended, it will eventually surprise you..
life has its own pace..if you're not a good runner, you won't catch up..it will leave you behind..i haven't heard anyone say life is tooo long. life is short because it has its own speed..and if you're acting like a "horse in a grand prix" (lemme quote that ad)you'll end up chasing life forever..there are things you should have done but have forgotten to do, or chosen not to do. and thus, regrets.
i don't run well..i only dream of big bikes and fast cars, but in reality, my speed limit won't qualify me for a car race.i don't have the body to wear skimpy clothes..i don't have that "sex appeal" to tease macho guys until they fall under my spell.
i am still the sleeping beauty.i sleep while others witness how the world works..i sleep soundly as others chase life's speed..i sleep..waiting..hoping..that somehow, just somehow, the world will finally smile at me. life will finally be fair.
and i guess, it won't happen. No, it won't happen. but i am so afraid to wake up. the grass is green, the wind is crisp..birds are singing their morning repertoire..but i remain tucked in under my blankets, oblivious to the wonders of the world.
but i am ME..there can only be one ME in this world..and though the world won't stop revolving with my absence, i know to some it will..(hmmm)at some point in time, i know i have touched someone else's life..made my mark in this world..proven my point..expressed my ideas..
and maybe with my absence someone else will feel my presence..
i believe it's about time to hit the brakes and see life..feel life..the ideal world is too far away..i am living in the most possible world there is..i should get myself A LIFE. life is a wonder, i should be thinking..life is a show, i should be acting...life is an experience, i should start feeling, moving, starting to live.
and soon, life will be better..
martes, julio 19, 2005
miércoles, julio 13, 2005
some days
Once a upon a time, a princess was born. well, some would say she isn't such a beauty, but she grew up thinking that she was beautiful, and that brought out the beauty in her.
The princess woke up one day searching for something. it was as if she something was missing in her life that she had to go and search for it. out she went to the fields, the meadows, the mountains, the seas. and when finally she gave up, she found what she was looking for: it wasn't a something, it's a someone.
She followed the 'someone' whom she believed was a prince. very fitting for a princess like her. the prince was the most beautiful male she has ever seen..and she dreamt that one day they would end up together. she was so thrilled by the idea that she followed and followed the prince until she can see her kingdom no more...she got tired and sat down by the lake for a while to rest..as she was sitting down she heard voices..the happiest voices she's heard. she looked around and then saw where the voices are..there, she saw the prince, her prince, holding another princess' hand. she asked, how could someone else's happiness be someone else's despair? How could someone else's smile, be someone else's tear?
she started to walk back to her kingdom but nighttime came and so she slept in the forest. half-awake she heard a whistle. it was a melody..a flute, actually. she searched for it, and she saw a young man playing the music. She walked toward the young man and listened closely. she told herself, he could play the music to her forever and she'll never get bored..with the last note she clapped her hands in admiration..but then, there was also another pair of hands clapping.she saw the other pair of hands and realized it was another girl. the girl, he was playing the music to. how could the lovely music hurt her so? and an innocent clapping be like a drum beating her heart until it beats no more. Suddenly, there were raindrops; the couple walked away to look for shelter. she walked away washing her hurt with the rain.
She saw a little hut and ran towards it. She knocked a few times before the door was opened. a peasant. how could someone dressed in rugged clothes look like a god? She pleaded to stay for a night..the young man led her in..
..to be continued
The princess woke up one day searching for something. it was as if she something was missing in her life that she had to go and search for it. out she went to the fields, the meadows, the mountains, the seas. and when finally she gave up, she found what she was looking for: it wasn't a something, it's a someone.
She followed the 'someone' whom she believed was a prince. very fitting for a princess like her. the prince was the most beautiful male she has ever seen..and she dreamt that one day they would end up together. she was so thrilled by the idea that she followed and followed the prince until she can see her kingdom no more...she got tired and sat down by the lake for a while to rest..as she was sitting down she heard voices..the happiest voices she's heard. she looked around and then saw where the voices are..there, she saw the prince, her prince, holding another princess' hand. she asked, how could someone else's happiness be someone else's despair? How could someone else's smile, be someone else's tear?
she started to walk back to her kingdom but nighttime came and so she slept in the forest. half-awake she heard a whistle. it was a melody..a flute, actually. she searched for it, and she saw a young man playing the music. She walked toward the young man and listened closely. she told herself, he could play the music to her forever and she'll never get bored..with the last note she clapped her hands in admiration..but then, there was also another pair of hands clapping.she saw the other pair of hands and realized it was another girl. the girl, he was playing the music to. how could the lovely music hurt her so? and an innocent clapping be like a drum beating her heart until it beats no more. Suddenly, there were raindrops; the couple walked away to look for shelter. she walked away washing her hurt with the rain.
She saw a little hut and ran towards it. She knocked a few times before the door was opened. a peasant. how could someone dressed in rugged clothes look like a god? She pleaded to stay for a night..the young man led her in..
..to be continued
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